Tytuł: Big bill's guitar

• Wykonawca: Hans Theessink
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   The first time I heard the blues
  Some thirty years ago
  The first time I heard Big Bill Broonzy
  On late-night radio
  A total revelation
  I was spellbound
  Just a white boy lost in the blues
  He moved me with his sound
  
  Echoes from another world
  Fingers dancing on the strings
  One voice and one guitar
  How that man could sing
  "Just a dream"
  "Black, brown and white"
  True sounds full of emotion
  Sent shivers up and down my spine
  
  Hooked on blues
  And Big Bill is to blame
  Since that night, his music moved me
  My life ain't been the same
  
  I'm flying cross the ocean
  To bury a friend of mine
  Still can't accept the bitter truth
  Memories keep coming to my mind
  Once he spoke of bluesmen that he knew
  And took me in his car
  Showed me an old 000-28 Martin flattop
  Used to be Big Bill's guitar
  
  She's in Chicago, old town school of folk music
  In a closet, 'hind a door
  Since Big Bill's dead and gone
  She don't raise her voice no more
  I felt a strange sensation
  When I first touched those strings
  Somehow I still could sense the hands
  That used to make this guitar ring
  
  Hooked on blues ...